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to be hanging out right now.

Ooh, it's not safe anymore.

Did you mess with our cars, too?

- Is this you guys?

- Is this part of your sick little joke?

No, we didn't have

anything to do with this.

God damn it,

nobody messes with my baby!

Come on, come on.

The battery's gone.

Mine, too.

I think they cut the gas line.

They slashed my tires.

Is this you guys?

This isn't even remotely funny.

No, we had nothing

to do with this.

No signal.

Damn it!

Me, neither.

We're totally trapped.

Veronica's still missing,

no thanks to the two stooges.

I'm gonna go for help.

No, no, no, Bobby.

Come on, it's 10 miles

to the nearest phone...

and no one drives

these roads at night.

Let's wait till sunup.

Bobby, please don't go.

It's dangerous.

Look, it's not that

big of a thing, OK?

It's only 10 miles.

OK? I got protection.

OK, let's try not to get

freaked out, all right?

Maybe Veronica's

just pissed off at Jack...

and she's playing

some sick joke or something.

Nice joke.

Slashed tire, cut fuel line,

missing battery.

Someone's got a whole

boatload of anger against cars.

Think we're facing

a killer mechanic?

Hey, Peter?

I need a Phillips head screwdriver

and some needle-nose pliers.

What do I look like?

A hardware store?

Hey, find them for me...

and I'll get us out

of this hellhole.

I'll check the office.

I invented the P-406 router,

for Christ's sake.

Must be some way

I can transmit from up here.

Now, how am I supposed

to concentrate...

with you just standing

there watching me? Huh?

Don't you have

somewhere else to be?

While the cat's away...

The cat happens

to be your girlfriend...

and she's not away.

She's gone missing.

You better tag along

just in case.

I better go check

and see if Sarah's OK.

Mother hen always

taking care of her chicks.

What the hell?

Wait.

You're not gonna leave me

all alone here, are you?

Do what you do best, Jack.

Get a grip on yourself.

Thanks a lot for your help.

- Hey.

- Hey.

You OK?

Yeah. You?

Didn't know you smoked.

I just started.

So did I.

Again.

Come on, let's go.

Come on.

Jesus!

Jack, you a**hole,

you scared the sh*t out of me.

Somebody help me!

Holy sh*t.

Somebody help me!

No, no.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Somebody help me!

Help!

Help, somebody!

Help!

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Please!

Somebody!

Somebody.

Michelle, what's the matter?

Oh, my God.

Welcome to

the human jigsaw puzzle.

We have to get out of here.

OK. OK.

If I can fix the generator,

I can rig up a transmitter...

and get us the hell

out of here.

It's the best chance we have.

Listen, man,

it's the only chance we have.

Give me those.

Peter, you keep watch here, OK?

I'm gonna go fix the power.

What about Allie?

What are we gonna do?

Stop! Stop!

Oh, thank God. Thank...

Don't make me shoot you,

you son of a b*tch.

Listen, you don't understand.

There's a girl missing.

There's another one dead.

All of our cars...

I ain't had to use this gun

since 1974.

Don't make me use it now.

Look, you don't understand!

Drop the weapon, I said.

I said drop the weapon.

Get up against the car.

Put your hands up there.

Spread your legs.

Give me this hand.

What's your name, boy?

Bayleen. Robert Bayleen.

Hey, Betty, I want you to run me

an I.D. On a Robert Bayleen.

Look, you're making

a huge mistake, OK?

I haven't done

anything wrong here.

Robert Bayleen's on parole.

I'm checking for priors.

OK, thanks, Betty.

Just stay where you are.

Robert Bayleen served 5 years

for manslaughter.

I'm gonna need more time

to check his whole file.

Look, boy, you're out here

in the woods.

You're carrying a weapon.

Your hand's covered with blood.

This is a hell of a way

to start your parole.

Come on. I'm taking you in.

Why is Charlie locking

his cabin door?

What is he hiding?

I never trusted Charlie

as far as I can throw him.

I saw something

on his computer last night.

It was kind of disturbing.

How disturbing?

Well, I thought I saw

these pictures of me.

Last time I checked,

that wasn't a crime.

Yeah, but there was awful words

scrawled across them.

We need to get into his cabin

and find out what he's hiding.

Can you keep him busy?

Yeah. Just be quick.

OK, let's go. Watch your head.

In here.

Come here.

You know anything about

that abandoned bike, son?

Huh? Another victim of yours?

Inside.

She was killed, but I swear...

Yeah, I know, you had

nothing to do with it.

You're an innocent man.

It was just a big mix-up.

Get in there!

Turn around,

and I'll take the handcuffs off.

Answer me this, will you?

The guy you killed last week...

why'd you take

his head and hands?

No, you see,

I couldn't have done that...

because up until just

a couple days ago...

I was at Maricopa

Correctional Facility.

See that there, boy?

"Local Law Enforcement

Officer of the Year 1974."

That's the year I had to shoot

my gun in the line of duty.

And my gut tells me

that you're a killer.

OK, but can you just

do me one favor?

Can you go up

to Camp Placid Pines...

before we have a mass murder

on our hands?

Hey, Betty, it's me.

You got me a name yet

on that headless body?

Well, keep working on it.

Somebody's got

to be missing him.

Listen, I want you

to call Maricopa...

and find out about

our boy Bobby here...

when he was paroled.

Enjoy the view, Bobby boy.

The Sheriff's got you now.

Come on.

Sh*t.

Come on!

Come on. Damn it!

Come on. Open sesame.

- Hurry, Peter.

- I'm trying here...

but I flunked out

of locksmith school.

Come on, come on, come on.

Come on, come on, come on.

I'm impressed.

Charlie?

Do you need a hand?

Don't do this to me.

Nothing good ever comes from

girls going into dark basements.

Charlie?

Charlie, that better be you.

Hello?

What, are you checking up on me?

I just thought I'd come help.

Well, you're doing

a great job so far.

Just trying to run a wire

to the generator.

Sorry, I didn't... I didn't mean

to get in the way.

I just... I just wanted

to see if you were OK.

Sure you did.

Don't!

What are you doing?

Oh, you are such a prick tease.

First Eric, and now me?

Charlie, just get

that thing working...

so we can get

out of here, please.

Let's see what you've really

been up to, Charlie.

Oh, my God.

He's been

taking pictures of Sarah.

Oh, my God. It's disgusting.

Piece of sh*t.

You know what? This is gonna

take me hours to solder.

What's that noise?

What is that?

It's my computer alarm.

- Your what?

- My computer alarm.

Someone's at my computer.

You set me up.

Oh, you wish,

you paranoid freak.

Let's just get

this piece of crap working...

so we can get

out of here, please.

You are such a spoiled brat.

You always had to have

everything you wanted...

whenever you wanted it.

What are you jibbering

about now?

Eric!

And you didn't even

really want him.

You didn't care about Eric.

You just had him

because you could.

What are you saying?

What does my relationship...

with Eric have anything

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